First encountered when washing my hands at preschool (we used Zest at home), and then more recently at J—-‘s house when we were both studying or writing for Comps. It’s kind of a sharp, indefinable scent, which contains the rarely encountered lemongrass. One whiff and you’re awash in images of purity, simplicity, fluffy white towels, and a bar of soap dropped into and then floating in a clear water-filled basin. It’s impossible to confuse the smell with anything else, especially if you’ve ever had your mouth washed out with it. Although it’s a bit too intense for me to want to smell like it for an entire day, the scented lather and warm water carve out a respite that primes me for whatever’s coming next.